​sweet spring Ellen Mandel

​sweet spring is your
​time is my time is our
​time for springtime is lovetime
​and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
​flying in the floating in the
​very spirits singing in
​are winging in the blossoming)

​lovers go and lovers come
​awandering awondering
​but any two are perfectly
​alone there’s nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
​i never knew and neither did you
​and everybody never breathed
​quite so many kinds of yеs)

​not a tree can count his leaves
​each hеrself by opening
​but shining who by thousands mean
​only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
​tiny winging darting floating
​merry in the blossoming
​always joyful selves are singing)